Ellie and I continuously debate our roles in the family. She says, “I’m the Boss,” and I tell her that “I am the Boss and that she is just bossy.” What I know for sure is that I am now the Lady of the house. However; I am also the Lady’s maid, housekeeper, nanny, butler, footman, valet, gardener, cook and even, the lowly Daisy. I just wish I had a talented British writer to prepare witty dialogue so I could speak like the Dowager Countess whose role I am happy to leave out as of now.
Oh, you are too funny!
I found a pair of sunglasses this afternoon in a gift bag that was overlooked earlier. We have received so many gifts for both you and Emma and sadly, I have not been able to keep track of them as they seem to disappear into your room or my closet before I get to really look at them. I opened this bag and there were the sunglasses obviously intended for you.
“Oh, sunglasses! Thank you, Mamma!” you said and put them on while standing on my bed and looking in the mirror. “Now I can drive my car,” then you paused before adding, “but where is my car?”
You are here! I am so happy to see you. You are love in my arms. We were not sure you would arrive so it is with sweet relief that I snuggle with you. From the moment I saw your face I was smitten. Dadda held you near my right side but I had to wait until the surgery was finished and they were moving me out of the OR that I had the pleasure of holding you. You wanted to be held the rest of our stay in the hospital and were a little fussy with Matt. Elizabeth visited you that evening and she loved you without hesitation or jealousy. She was also worried about Mamma’s “Owwwy Boo-boo” or simply, “Owwwy.” She watched my nurse, Christine change my bandage from Dadda’s arms at the end of the bed in our private room at East General. Elizabeth was very brave and excepting of the entire process of welcoming you, Emma, into the world. I am so proud of her. You are terribly lucky to have a big sister like Elizabeth and I am so excited to watch you grow together as best friends. But, how different you are! Emma with your mass of dark, and we believe curly, hair while Elizabeth was bald with faint blonde fuzz until 8 months. Elizabeth was a mere 5.9 while you were born at a normal 7.6 and are now over 11.3. It may be differences such as these that unite the two of you and make your relationship ever so sweet. So much to learn and experience from each other! Well, enough of the future because I just want to freeze today.
I hope that you are still able to read this particular form of Old English when you grow up, Ellie. I just went to Twitter for the first time to check in on the latest media craze which is Charlie Sheen and I could not understand some of the text within the stream. Language has now become a mishmash of symbols, smiley faces and letters. I am so far only teaching you the alphabet, A-Z. It is really interesting how technology is changing our language. Written communication has become short and direct. Nobody sends traditional mail anymore unless you are sending/receiving a Thank you or Invitation. I hope that you are not already distracted by your brain wanting to jump to task on to something else… multi-tasking… but I will end here anyway because that is exactly what I am doing. 🙂
I love the way your little legs wobble as you run. I took you to Ikea to see our friends, Maria and Theo, who you have known since birth. Theo was born 3 weeks after you. Your friendship began on a mat staring up at dangling ocean objects and the two of you would drool and coo the time away. You love to go to Maria’s house because we start with a lengthy drive to Thornhill and when we get there you are amazed by the floor space and amount of new toys. Also, Maria, always feeds you something new and you like eating with Theo. The two of you are absolutely adorable together. Yesterday, we met at Ikea and instantly you lit up when their cart pulled up next to ours. You recognized them immediately! We pushed you both around the store and while waiting for a custom order – for Maria in kitchens – we let you out of the carts only to watch you run together toward anything and everything. Theo squeals like a little girl and his legs are just as wobbly as yours but you are now the same height. We watched, laughing, as you ran together to explore the store. It is moments like this that I cherish your age and want to freeze you in this time. I wish I had had a video camera to capture your flight with Theo. Too cute! Sadly, we will not see much of Theo and Maria because Maria has to return to work next week. We are sad that our weekly interactions will come to a minimum. I wonder how long it will be before you notice?
And there have not been any posts until now? How can that be? Certainly, I must have had much time to write or have I? Ellie you have grown so fast and delight me at every turn! I have become absorbed in you and can barely take my eyes off your sweet face or close my ears to your joyful squeals. You say, “ooooohh!” in so many different ways and we all mimic you to our best ability but you remain the star. Each day you surpise and please me. How fast you can grow! I am still home with you and this morning we went to the gym where I met my friend, Sarah, for a yoga class. You played in the childcare. Everyone knows and adores you! Just like Dadda, you smile at everybody or stand staring at those who stir your interest. Today, I noticed your fine hairs standing straight to the sky. You were drinking a bottle when I arrived to get you. So happy and exhausted from your play. Jenna, who was assisting you by holding the bottle – which by the way you are perfectly capable of handling on your own – said that you greeted and said goodbye to everyone who came through. You even wave and say, “bye.” Oh, you are so wonderful!
PS. I told Sarah that you are walking around the house with your hand to your ear and babbling in your baby way. It is so funny to see you imitate Dadda and me using the phone.
I am from a large blended family. Today, with spouses, children and in-laws, the Christmas season can be extremely hectic and we tend to receive a lot of “stuff.” We pass “stuff” around the living room in a hurried frenzy making sure everyone received some and we pile it up next to our feet which grows to the height of our knees or beyond. This ritual around the tree lasts for hours as people come at various times of the day. The most relaxing part about Christmas is dinner which seems to go by far too quickly. It is the only time when we sit together in true peace.
My oldest sister, Suzanne, takes on the yearly tradition of pulling names to determine secret Santa’s. The rest of the gifts are doled out as assorted stocking stuffers…therefore accumulating a lot of “stuff.” Thankfully, this year, instead of sending us seperate emails to notify us who we were to buy for, Suzanne sent a group email requesting that we skip the secret Santa and cut back on stocking stuffers. In exchange for this, as a family, we will put money towards a new refugee family that just arrived in Toronto from Palestine. Everyone was overjoyed with this proposal and quite relieved that there would not be another year of accumulating stuff under the tree. So, now, in the true spirit of Christmas gift-giving we will be doing just that, helping a family in desperate need of funding.
I have listed some of my favourite charities in a link on the side which I donate to through the year. Matt and I have proudly sponsored a little girl, Rukaya, for four years now, through the CCF and tend to give to Doctors Without Borders as birthday gifts to certain people we know who do a lot of humanitarian work regarding medicine in Canada. Most agencies have catalogs that help you to see where your money is going and provide you with a Christmas card to give to the individual, whose name you have donated in honour of, and I guarantee, these gifts are always much appreciated by the reciever!
“There is a wide world of noble causes…” – Joni Mitchell